This is a totally true story its not fake at all (sarcasm), as I remember it. Probably even moreshocking in retrospect than when it originally happened, with theincreasing vigilance regards what is "appropriate" in adult/childinteraction. My small private school acquired funds to build a fullgymnasium when I was in 7th grade and so it was determined that all thetop grades, 7th - 9th at this school, would have phys ed as arequirement, even though state law only prescribed a certain number ofcredits in P.E. for those in high school. The school was co-ed but gymclasses were single sex and basically the only requirement was that you"dress out" i.e. don the uniform shorts and t-shirt you were given, anddo a few calisthenics. After we finished those, it was basically recessin the gym: the jocks would start shooting baskets or playing floorhockey and the rest of us would sit on the bleachers and talk, There wasa shower room in the boys locker room (I assume the girls had one too),but no one ever took a shower after P.E. class, everyone just changedback into their regular school clothes and went to their next class. Butthen, in 8th grade, that changed. After the first week of school, theP.E. teacher, who was known simply as "coach" gathered us together at theend of class and informed us that there were a lot of complaints fromteachers and other students that the boys coming back from gym class werestinking up the class rooms and that henceforth, showers would bemandatory at the end of class. I don't know if it was true about thecomplaints, but if it was, it could only have been in regard to thosejocks who did more than the compulsory calisthenics at the start ofclass, because they were the only ones who even worked up a sweat. Iremember the jocks were the ones who openly expressed annoyance about thenew rule because the shower was going to cut into their game playingtime. I was silently dreading the experience of being naked in front ofmy school mates. I was just on the brink of realizing I was gay at thattime, but not completely accepting it. I hated a great many of my schoolmates and had NO desire to see them naked and most certainly didn't wantto show my naked self to any of them. It was hard enough for me torapidly change into my gym clothes in front of my locker, first changingshirts then pants and never removing underwear. Now I was going to haveto be naked with these creeps in a big open shower? Ick!Now, I have learned that there was once a great tradition of malesswimming nude in schools and single sex public pools, but this was theearly 80's and I'd only ever encountered locker room nudity when afriend's family would take a bunch of us to the local civic center for aswim, which required a shower before entering the pool. On thoseoccasions, I found that I did enjoy taking a quick, discrete peek aroundthe locker room at the exposed dicks and butts of strangers, but prettymuch only the grown men, not the other kids. This new gym rule did notforebode anything positive for me. Or so I thought.So when the time came, we all filed back into the locker room at the endof class and the coach came out of his office wheeling a cart that wasstacked with cheap thin white towels and we were all instructed to grabone, go stow our gym clothes in our lockers and report to the showerroom. A minute later, the 13 or so naked 8th grade boys in my gym classwere evenly distributed among the 8 shower heads, four on opposite walls,in the shower room, those arriving latest having to share, everyone justbasically looking at the floor and letting a little water cascade overthem for a minute then getting out of the way for another boy. I suddenlyheard coach's voice and became aware that he'd been standing in thedoorway of the shower room the whole time watching us. "Look guys" hesaid, "you really need to get yourselves clean and fresh smelling so noone can tell you've just been working out. Let me show you." Now coachwas a really gorgeous man, the absolute stereotype of a gym teacher, inshorts and a polo type shirt with a whistle hanging from his neck and aclipboard always in his hands, with a firm round butt and super muscularcalves, pecs that bulged out from under his shirt and a tapered V shapedwaist. He was about 5' 11" with thick sandy blond hair cut short and athick blond porn stache (though the term hadn't been coined then). He wasa no-nonsense man but never mean or bullying. He devoted his teachingenergies to the jocks and pretty much ignored us non-jocks, which wasfine with everybody. And now, he was going to show a group of 13 year oldboys how to shower! Without a second's hesitation, he set down his clipboard and whistleon a locker room bench and peeled of the polo shirt and kicked off hissneakers, socks and shorts and joined us in the locker room. "Guys,you've got to soap yourselves up!" he said taking a generous glob fromthe wall dispenser into his hand and rapidly rubbing it all over hislovely and hairy upper body. "Really work it into a lather, on your skin!Get it on your neck, your arms and in particular on your under arms,that's where you really stink!" And he showed us by doing exactly that tohimself. Now, here's the part that had me questioning my memory for manyyears: all the while he was doing this, coach was openly and unabashedlysporting a very impressive, very full erection! Not a burgeoning chubby,not one of those hard-ons that point out, perpendicular to the body, hiswas at full mast and pointing almost straight up! It was awesome! Andalmost as fascinating as it's momentary physiological condition, was thefact that the whole area was clearly the subject of some very carefulbarbering: the scrotum was hairless and the lovely blond pubessurrounding it were buzzed down to a short, fine brush. I don't know if I was staring or what, but coach looked right at me andbarked "C'mon Jeff, you too! Get lathered up! Now!" and I turned to lookaway and follow his instructions. Out of the corner of my eye I saw himtouching his flag pole just enough to move it forward so that it didn'tpoke him in the belly as he bent down at the waist and began soaping uphis legs. "Everybody! Wash up your legs, get your feet! Get some soap inthe crack of your butt!" he continued. Then he stood back up straight andsaid "This is pretty decent soap. You can wash your hair with it, Irecommend it." And he did just that. I began looking around at the otherboys' faces to see if any of them were noticing the "elephant in theroom" that I was noticing. All the boys were staring intently at the wallin front of them with serious, slightly uncomfortable looks on theirfaces, which I now realize indicated that, yes, of course they'd seen it,but at the time I wasn't sure. "Okay, now, rinse off! Get all the soapoff your body and you're good to go. Towel off and get dressed. Shake atail feather, the bell's going to ring in about 4 minutes and I wanteverybody out of here by then. Move!"His big cock still fully engorged as he barked out these instructions, Iremember it at that moment waving side to side like a metronome. All thewhile coach acting as if there was nothing unusual happening at all.And we just did as he said. We all dried off and went back to ourlockers, dressed and went to our next class. I did notice that the lockerroom was unusually silent as we dressed, hardly anyone talking. And eventhough that was the only time coach joined us in the shower, it prettymuch set the tone for the whole shower ritual for the rest of the nexttwo years: after gym class we hastily lathered up and rinsed and driedoff and dressed. There was never any rough housing or wet towel snappingor any other misery making nonsense in the boys' after gym showers thatI've heard of in other men's school experiences. Over the years, I'vewanked myself to sleep many a night on that memory! When I go looking atinternet porn, I have to save any picture that reminds me of that moment:if the guy has a cock that looks like coach's or if the guy has a face orbody that reminds me of him, or it's a picture of a guy in a gym showerwith an erection, I save it to my coach folder.About ten years ago, I was back home spending a week visiting my parentswhen I ran into one of my old class mates in a fast food restaurant. Tomwas one of the less obnoxious kids from the place and we sat down andchatted for a few minutes, and since I was no longer the shy, embarrassed8th grade kid, I said to him, "Tom, you remember when they started makingus take showers after gym class?" and he immediately knew where I wasgoing with that and said "Yeah, remember coach S____ and his big old hardon?" I said "Yes! No one ever said anything about it and I wondered if Iwas crazy or that really happened." "You're not crazy. He apparently didthat every year. My little brother said that when coach was giving hisclass the shower lesson two years later, some nervy kid piped up with'Hey coach, what's with the boner?' and the coach just snapped back with'It's a perfectly natural thing! Normal men simply get erectionssometimes. It's not always under their control. Now concentrate ongetting yourself clean instead of checking out other guys in the shower!'" and we both laughed at the absolute hypocrisy of that! I asked Tom "didhe ever get in trouble? Where there ever any other incidents?" Tom saidno, that after teaching there for about six or seven years, coach leftunder good terms to take another job somewhere else and that was thelast anyone in town had heard of him. Tom remarked that he may have beena "homo" but remembered that he was married, if that meant anything. Ididn't offer my own theory, but it's briefly this: coach wasn't excitedby the sight of naked adolescent boys. Coach was an exhibitionist. Hisyearly shower performance was in a twisted way for him a means ofre-asserting his authority to boys who were just at the age where theymight begin to challenge it. He was in effect saying "I'm the one withthe biggest dick in here, I'm still the boss, in case anyone'swondering."Well coach, wherever you are, thanks for the memory!
